Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.
Give, it's time to. Its time too. Time to. Time.
Live a little or die a lot. The choice is hours.
She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.
Loneliness always eats up time, fills on depression where hands move slow, to reach out for a moment of care.
The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.